JESSICA. I am sorry thou wilt leave my father so. Our house is hell; and thou, a merry devil, Didst rob it of some taste of tediousness. But fare thee well; there is a ducat for thee; And, Launcelot, soon at supper shalt thou see Lorenzo, who is thy new master's guest. Give him this letter; do it secretly. And so farewell. I would not have my father See me in talk with thee. LAUNCELOT. Adieu! tears exhibit my tongue. Most beautiful pagan, most sweet Jew! If a Christian do not play the knave and get thee, I am much deceived. But, adieu! these foolish drops do something drown my manly spirit; adieu! JESSICA. Farewell, good Launcelot. Exit LAUNCELOT Alack, what heinous sin is it in me To be asham'd to be my father's child! But though I am a daughter to his blood, I am not to his manners. O Lorenzo, If thou keep promise, I shall end this strife, Become a Christian and thy loving wife. Exit SCENE 4. Venice. A street Enter GRATIANO, LORENZO, SALERIO, and SOLANIO LORENZO. Nay, we will slink away in suppertime, Disguise us at my lodging, and return All in an hour. GRATIANO. We have not made good preparation. SALERIO. We have not spoke us yet of torch-bearers. SOLANIO. 'Tis vile, unless it may be quaintly ordered; And better in my mind not undertook. LORENZO. 'Tis now but four o'clock; we have two hours To furnish us. Enter LAUNCELOT, With a letter